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Jan 2015
I always felt like I was suffocating her
Feared that she's seeing too much of me
Got afraid that she'll get sick of me

So I gave her space
I backed a little and waited
Waited to see how long would it take
her to think and wonder about me
How long would it take her to remember me

I was always the one who initiated
So this time,
I waited for her to come to me
For her to ask about me
For her to talk to me

I wanted you to wonder about me
I wanted to be adored by you
I wanted to matter to you
I wanted you to want me
I wanted you

The sad thing about love
is that you are not always loved
by the person you love
And that is my case with you, beautiful

I fell in love with a person who I can't let a day go by without her,
while she can go weeks without me crossing her beautiful mind

You are a disease that I do not want to be recovered from
Always the one who loves, rarely the one loved.
Shaima Al-Marzouqi
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Shaima Al-Marzouqi
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     Izzy Lloyd, ---, Deenah, --- and Γ€Ε§ΓΉl
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